Chapter 134: Crisis_1
The boundless night, a half-moon hanging on the horizon, the vast expanse of snow reflecting a faint white light. In the quiet wilderness, a tiny black dot appeared in the distance, shooting rapidly towards the snow-covered mountain range.
The black dot occasionally slipped past the branches reaching for the night sky, stepping over the thick accumulated snow without touching the ground. The branches trembled slightly but no snow fell; the snowy ground only left faint traces behind. Clearly, this was an extremely skillful Flying Skill.
As it turned out, this was a black-clothed man traveling through the night.
The speed of the Black-clothed man was extremely fast, in no time, he had reached the foot of the mountain range. The black-clothed man paused briefly then shot towards the mountains, his speed not much slower than when he was on the plain.